My dad died many years ago...but remains very close to me
Today i was trying to remember his singing voice, and this poem came. My husband put music to it...it was a good day.

My dad's voice


I will listen next time , I remember last time
After all, through us all, it was only yesterday
Your whistling found me ,clear and clean, i know it well
Edlewiess it was most always,especially Saturdays



I'd go following that sound,in the days of yesterday
Is he in the garden, no I hear the workman's drill
it's coming from his workshop,what's he making there today
I try peeking trough the windowpane, he's there bathed in the light


and so i enter quietly, his smile it draws me in
looking about i find the things
I'm needing to begin
watching me, he's happy, it's when the magic starts



My dad and I together
far from the other noise
Nice working there together
we can hear each other's voice


In the morning it is Sunday
we walk to church alone
with my hand in his we find our place
and we join our friends in song


which is where this story started
but it's not where it will end
because tonight when i'm sleeping
I'll hear your voice again


Janet Rae